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Chapter 209: I Would Rather Die
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Spewing a mouthful of blood, he almost died at the moment.
With blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt cold on his forehead.
Spark opened his eyes with difficulty and saw something soft and white floating down, falling on his long eyelashes, and quickly turning into water droplets.
It was snowing!
Everyone stretched out their hands to catch the snowflakes and exclaimed.
“It’s snowing, it’s snowing in the East Continent!”
The East Continent, which had not snowed for ten years, finally ushered in snow in the eleventh year.
Spark raised his face and looked at the snowy sky. Laughter suddenly overflowed from his throat. He closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the snowflakes falling on his face, and slowly smiled.
Ethan frowned.
What was he laughing at? Was he crazy?
West Continent, Ye Kingdom.
Claire ran out of the hut, stood in the heavy snow, and shouted towards the hut. “Mom! It’s snowing…”
Her mother walked out and leaned against the door. “Yes, I thought it wouldn’t snow this year. Claire loves snow the most, don’t you?”
Claire reached out to pick up the snowflakes and watched them melt in her palm.
She raised her head and cracked a brilliant smile towards the white sky, towards the dancing snow.
Spark was taken back to the dungeon, and the guards threw the food on the ground.
His stomach was so piercingly painful that he didn’t feel hungry at all.
But he still grabbed the food, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with the blood. The wound on his hand was not treated, and pus flowed out of his nails. The food was as cold as stones, rubbing against his throat.
Several guards were chatting outside.
“What is he still holding on so hard for? If I were him, I would rather die.”
Spark lay on the icy ground, slowly closing his eyes, and in the darkness, Claire’s smiling face appeared.
For what?
For that Claire could laugh carefree in the sun.
Half a year later.
Noah sneaked into the dungeon of You Palace and shot the guards. But when she found Spark, she suddenly froze in place.
The man shrank in a dark and damp corner, looking skinny, wearing tattered clothes, with new and old wounds all over his body. Blood was still oozing out of his body, and his hair, like withered gra.s.s, had grown to his neck and covered his face.
Noah couldn’t believe her eyes.
She walked over with heavy steps and slowly squatted down. When she touched the man, he curled up nervously as if he was frightened.
Noah pushed the man’s hair aside and saw a pale face. His eyes were gla.s.sy and he was like a soulless body, not responding to the outside world at all.
Noah fought back the urge to cry. “I will take you to see Miss Claire…”
It wasn’t until he heard the name that his pupils flickered, and a jerky and hoa.r.s.e voice came from his throat. “Claire…”
Afternoon.
Claire was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow. She turned her head and saw a man curled up by the gra.s.s.
He looked like a beggar.
Claire walked over and squatted in front of the man. “Are you okay?”
The man grabbed her wrist abruptly. His hot gaze shot out from between his long hair and was fixed on her, his eyes surging with strong love and tenderness.
For some reason, Claire’s heart s.h.i.+vered fiercely.
“I’ll get you something to eat.” She pulled away her wrist, got up, and ran home.
But when she came out with the food, the man was gone.
…
…
Reaching the sh.o.r.e from the sea, Claire vomited a few mouthfuls of sea water and fell on the beach, unable to exert any strength.
In a daze, a human face appeared above her head.
It was Henry Cook.
He squatted in front of Claire and drew a sly smile. “I knew that you would come to save Hunter Johnson.”
Suddenly, there was a bang.
Gunshots sounded in his ears.
Henry’s expression changed instantly, and he looked around.
In the distance, Gallon and Jacob were running towards this side.
Claire couldn’t hold on anymore.. She closed her eyes, and fainted.